Lekin dil ke kisi kone mein sunny ke liye chahat badhti ja rahi thi. lekin wo mujhe nazar utha kar bhi nahi dakhta tha aur na hi devar- bhabhi ki tara... hum dono mein hansi mazak hota tha. wo sirf lunch ya dinner ki samay hi dikhta tha. husband se puchhne par pata chala ki wo kafi padhaku kism la ladka hai aur raat din competition mein success ke liye padhta rahta hai. usske iss behaviour se meri muskil aur badh gayi. lekin mere mann mein to ussko haasil karne ka bhoot sawar tha.Maine bhi idea. He mentioned the night of the free feel and I replied they were there to be felt up anytime! He replied that feeling them would be magnificent, kissing them would be fantastic and seeing them would be outstanding. Again I reiterated with he can see them whenever he wants and he can play with them whenever he wants, in fact we should get together some time and if he's man enough take it to the next level.He responded that my husband was always around and that was always when I looked so sexy. He. The lot was dirty with papers flying all around in the wind. This was a place I would never go in at least by myself.A sign if I remember on the building read Tri-city news and book store, viewing booths inside. I asked Keith what was a viewing booth.”A glory hole,” Keith replied.”What’s a glory hole?” I asked Inquisitively.Keith laughed telling me for a slut I had lived a sheltered life. He told me to trust him as Ms. K was going to love it. Keith parked near where a small group of men was. That you would, even could, fall in love. No, that doesn't mean suddenly you're a normal man, it's all kisses and dates and all that. But when I realised that what I felt for my Goddess was a sort of love, perv love maybe, it all fell into place. She is the love of my life. But I would never enter Her space, and even if allowed to, I'd always maintain a respectful distance, as befits a lowly sad perv in the presence of a Goddess. Even if She kisses me on the cheek in greeting or saying goodbye,.